Mortal Kombat X Erron Black の小説・ストーリー

" He speaks lowly with a thudding heart, his voice laced in regret and remorse. And that's when he saw her tilt up her face to look up at him. His footsteps staggered back as he stared at her eyes. Terror raided his insides. The innocent teary gray eyes he was staring at intently while entering her few minutes ago. We're no longer there. Rather, her eyes were jet black ,with no white visible. Pupils, sclera. Everything was black, just like the liquid surrounding her. " Grrrrrhhhhhh" He heard a low groan leave her lips, an aura of dread and evil surrounded her. Zander gulps. Failing to even recognize the woman in front of him.

She puts her hand to my face and brings the talisman towards my cheek. "Stop it!" the guy yells. The talisman hits my skin, and it's so painful I can't even scream. My vision blurs and everything goes dark for a moment. Then Heather is gone. Yanked off of me. I hear her fall against the ground, her cry more from anger than pain. "I'll give you one chance," the guy says. "Leave now. In two seconds I won't be so merciful." His voice sounds so familiar, like it's always been with me. Like it's, oddly, a part of me. I try to place it, but my head throbs and I can't think straight, let alone open my eyes.

He grinned at her in a way she could only describe as predatory. "Who are you?" Liv tried to stand, but was still unable to make it to her feet. Her head swam from the blow to her head. "Come now, beauty. Let me help you." The strange man lifted her by the armpits and walked her to a fur covered chair near a table. "I am Killian O'Mara of the Blackfoot Pack," he said with the slightest Irish lilt to his voice. He gave her a courtly little bow before sitting in the chair across the table from her.

“I changed my mind. I'll fight you all in pairs, none of you can survive a one-on-one training with me anyways.” I swallowed and looked at Emerett who looked regretful. “Take out your weapons and try to take me down. Give it your best shot because I won't be lenient with any of you.” His hoarse voice said. Commander black hole was a tall man with pale skin and long gray hair which he usually wore in a fishtail and he usually wore a mask to cover his facial attributes but he had dark brown eyes. His mask couldn't hide that. “Jasmine,” Said Emerett, “Why don't we just give up? I can't slow down the poison and breathing is starting to feel difficult.”

"Dumating ka ba para bawiin ang iyong pag-aari? O para mamatay kasama namin sa butas na ito?" ​"Narito kami para sa survival, Vargo," sagot ni Xander, ang kanyang boses ay puno ng awtoridad na hindi matitibag ng kahit anong planeta. "At kung gusto niyo ring mabuhay, makikinig kayo." ​ANG TALINO NG ISANG LIAM BLACK

Eric cried out in pain, but no one came to help. The manor guard watched from a distance, but none dared approach. One look at Sean’s glowing, crimson eyes was enough to strip courage of their bones. He wasn't a human they could fight. He was a beast. His eyes conveyed his intentions loud and clear. Today, Sean Blackwood was death walking. Sean threw Eric across the floor of the main hall. The man rolled several times, gasping, crying for help while clutching his ribs. Before Eric could even crawl away, Sean was already towering above him.

I question. “You’re upset about something,” he suggests gently. “My mother is really sick, and everyone’s saying she won’t live much longer, I’m scared because I don’t want to be alone. But your story did help me to not feel so bad,” I say with a small smile. “I’m sorry,” he says. “You never told me your name,” I say carefully. “My name is Neron Black. I’m a blacksmith who works in the city. What’s your name, little man?” He asks, bending down to my level.

Even in the midst's of Erin talking to Brandon Drin had mostly kept Erin in his sights. "Drin...This is Brandon the Mortal." Erin quickly introduced and at that Drin turned dark blue, but happy eyes on Brandon. Instantly and like all the other Shifters Brandon sensed the animal inside of his gaze, the predator and the power, but he also saw the youth there. The boundless energy of a teen.

Roger suggested he didn't see the group of people before him. Ryan smirked, still not intending to stop; even though I squeezed his hand to signal, Ryan still sat still. I'm the one who knows Evelyn and Erina best because I've faced them more than once. I know Erina is a powerful wolf, and Gray is not exaggerating when she says she is one of the strongest in the Red River. But here is Black Moon; Evelyn is a true warrior who has lived and died on the battlefield. It's not like Erina only knows how to practice safety. Evelyn is on a whole different level.